"Wait a minute," he snapped back, "where do you get off just leaving whenever you damn feel like it? You work here, this isn't some damn hotel that cater to you. You take off when we tell you ya can. And unless you have a good reason, it ain't gonna be tomorrow night!"
Elena pushed her face daringly close to his. "I have reason enough," she stated elusively. "It's a personal reason, I really need to go."
He wasn't in the mood for this. "Heady, keep in mind that you have a long line of customers coming in tomorrow - I don't think you realize how famous you've become."
Something in Elena's mind froze for a moment. That was exactly the kind of "fame" Crystal had warned her about - the horrible, dirty kind that branded you a true whore. This feeling was all the more reason for her to get away from that place. "They can wait, this can't" said she in a lower tone.
"Well what the hell is so damn important then?!"
She spun wildly around and then back towards him with flares of fire in her eyes. "Ever wonder what happened to your girl Penny?"
Wiggly nodded with a nasal, "Yeah."
"Well I'm gonna find out," she spat, and marched out.
Elena woke up from a deep, hazy sleep at around seven
o'clock that evening. She found Crystal in the back room getting ready.
Elena cheerily greeted, "Hey."
When Crystal didn't respond, she looked up into
the mirror to meet the hard stare. "What's wrong?"
Crystal slammed her hair brush down. "I can't believe
you, Elena."
Elena rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm gonna
disappoint all those customers, but this is more important than business-"
Crystal spun and cut her off with a hard slap. "How
could you be so stupid? This has nothing to do with this filthy bordello!
This place is the whole reason you have to do what you're going to! Obviously
you don't know me well enough. You're crazy to go. You're gonna get yourself
killed!"
Elena was so taken back by shock and surprise that
she pitched forward and slammed Crystal against the dresser. "What are
you talking about?!"
Crystal pushed back just as hard. "I know what you're
up to, Elena. And you're just going to get yourself in trouble."
She denied it.
"How stupid do you think I am?" Crystal screamed.
"I know you're going to try and find Penelope's murderer, and I know you're
enlisting the help of the Turks. Don't lie!"
Elena lowered her head. "So what if I am? It's none
of your business."
"Like hell it's not," she shot back. "You're my
friend. And I'm telling you, you're going to get hurt. The Turks are very
dangerous people, you shouldn't get involved. One wrong move with them
and you're dead. They have connections, horrible connections. It's no place
for you."
It didn't make any sense to Elena. "I'll be fine.
I'll do anything it takes."
"And so what if you do find them? Who's to say that
they won't kill you too?"
Elena thought for a moment. "I don't care. I want
them dead. It's just a risk I'll have to take."
Crystal put her stony expression on once more. "Fine,"
she muttered, "get yourself killed."
The time came soon enough for the meeting. Elena
pulled on a thick coat to protect her skin from the unseasonable chill
in the air. She turned to say goodbye to Crystal, but was only met with
a glare icier than the air settled outside. So, silently, Elena slipped
through the guarded front doors and into the night.
She ignored the endless cat calls and hurried upward
toward the materia shop, concentrating on the mass of information swirling
in her mind.
Reno was already casually leaning against the shop's
door frame when she arrived right on time.
"Glad you're on time, Burch," he muttered, straightening
up.
She stopped short, perplexed. "How did you know
my last name?"
Reno uttered a guttural laugh. "I'm a Turk, I know
everything about you. You're Elena Burch, 21, used to live on the upper
plate with father, Alexander Burch, and sister, Penelope Burch. Both parents
are now deceased. Your sister was killed as well. And your favorite color
is blue. ...Actually, that last one was just a guess." He gave a joking
smile. "So was I right about the color?"
Elena had stopped paying attention. She had distracted
herself examining his dark blue uniform suit.
Reno shrugged when he saw she was in a daze, and
started to force a small green ball - like a marble - into the handle of
a long black stick.
"What are you doing?" Elena inquired curiously.
"I'm trying to get this piece of materia into my
Nightstick," he grunted. "I'm assuming you know all about equipping materia."
She shook her head no, but he couldn't see, and
when he heard nothing, looked up into her blank expression. "Follow me,"
he commanded resolutely. He started back down, towards the market's limits
into Sector 6.
Elena's mind was giving her clear warning not to
follow - the alarm's warned her that he might try to use some of that materia
on her - but she put her bravest foot forward and strode on with what looked
to the average observer like confidence. Then again, the faint, mysterious
whispers instead of the raucous catcalls didn't ease any of the tension.
They stopped at a spot just outside the broken wooden
frame that marked the entrance to Wall Market. Elena could see only the
edges of the neon-lit floor.
"Now then," Reno was saying, holding out the small
green marble, "this materia is 'lightning'. When you equip it on something,
you can draw out its power and use it in different levels, depending on
how powerful the piece is." Elena barely understood - she was realizing
how sheltered she really was. He clicked the piece into place on his weapon
and held it out. "Stand back," he warned. Every tense moment of his concentration
was spent in silence. As quickly as it later vanished, a green light surrounded
Reno, and a white-hot bolt sparked out of the end of his Nightstick. It
left a scorching scar on the ground as the cracks and booms faded away
into just a memory.
Elena clapped uncertainly as he turned back to her.
"That was amazing," she murmured.
Reno gave her an unreadable look. "I figure from
these past fifteen minutes you don't know the first thing about battle."
She shook her head no.
He nodded once more and pulled a gun from his inside
pocket. Elena instantly leapt back as if it were a bomb, but he simply
laughed at her fear and handed it to her. "That way," he said in a low
voice, implying that he wanted her to shoot it.
Elena was still confused about the entire ordeal,
but pushed further forward. She pointed the gun at a random target in the
deserted distance and, without much hesitation, pulled dramatically at
the trigger...
BANG!
The bullet plowed forward, piercing the target right
through the middle. Easier than I thought... she absently told herself.
Reno was in a bit of shock. "That was amazing! Amazing!"
he echoed.
She nodded, just as surprised.
"You're a natural, babe," he practically shouted. He encircled
her and lifted her up, spinning her around in half-circled. She smiled,
a bit ticklish where Reno's strong hands were gripping her sides. He put
her down, not once loosening the grip he had on her. He looked down at
her, a bit drunk with hidden fatigue and remnants of shock.
She stared right back, ignited by his gaze. She
felt like fainting, she was so intoxicated by his eyes. She did, indeed,
fall backward, arching her neck as hot lips ran down her throat. Instinctively,
she pulled herself down, the man on top of her.
Surprisingly, Reno was the one to stop. He pulled
her back up and said, "Let's go get something to drink."
Elena adjusted back into her senses and followed
him back into the crowds, up further to the large, bright bar sitting right
near the front of the Don's mansion.
Tonight the place was empty except for a staff of
three, two additional patrons sitting at different tables on the far side
of the room, and, of course, the somewhat suspicious pair.
Reno ordered numerous rounds of shots immediately
before turning to Elena to resume conversation. "So then, where so we start?"
he asked, downing a shot.
Elena sipped hers cautiously, eliciting a strange
look from the bartender, in a deep process of thought. "I need to find
the man who killed my sister."
Reno nodded. "Tell me a bit about her."
Elena muttered, "I thought you already knew everything
you needed to know."
Reno downed another and sighed. "All I know are
cold, hard facts Elena. I mean what was she like." He stopped and listened
attentively.
Elena tried to explain. "She was always a sweet
girl. Practical, but full of dreams. She had always wanted to work for
Shin'ra, and I wanted to work with her. So that's why she left the upper
plate."
"You know, Shin'ra is pretty cut-throat," he said
matter-of-factly, polishing off his third shot with a slight grimace. "Was
she a very trusting person?"
"I think so," Elena answered. "Everyone liked her,
so she liked everyone."
Reno twirled the empty glass between two fingers.
"So we're looking at a male, between the ages of twenty-five and thirty,
as a possible suspect. Probably someone who hates Shin'ra too. Although
that's pretty much everyone."
Elena's eyes got wide for a moment. "How do you
know all that?"
"It's just reason," he muttered. "She'd obviously
be more receptive to a young male in her state of nature, because if she's
trusting, she's also gullible, and acts on her emotions. Those would drive
her, with her hormones, to a young guy. And that guy would obviously target
her easily and with reason. He'd have to be pretty charismatic, too." Reno
paused for a moment, letting it sink into Elena's mind. "I dare say, she
sounds a lot like you, Elena."
She blushed at the hidden compliment.
"Have you met any suspicious guys since you came
down here?" he prompted.
Elena thought about it. Well, no one suspicious...
She shook her head. "I really can't think of anyone, I wasn't on the streets
long enough."
Reno's face flickered with a bit of defeat for a
moment, but then he sighed and stood up after gulping shots like they were
candy. Elena's second had made her tipsy already, and her head felt a bit
light.
"I better get you outside, you need air," decided
Reno. He held onto her arm and gently guided her out.
They stood for a moment in the private darkness
of the shadows. The air was still too cool for the liking, and Reno's warm,
sweet breath was trailing across Elena's face and prickling her senses.
As if sensing she wanted to be held closer to the warmth, Reno pulled her
tightly to him and fused their mouths in a slow, deep kiss.
Elena's head begged her for more, her mouth pressing
forcefully against his. This time, however, she was the one to break away,
knowing that she had to get back. It was nearly midnight, she couldn't
believe it.
"If you think of anything I should know," Reno had
whispered to her, "call me right way." He handed her his PHS number. They
parted ways then, but not without one last playful smile in her direction.
"Oh, and Reno," she called after him. He turned
around. "You were right about the blue." He gave a wide smile in return,
and then disappeared.
Chilly winds whipped Elena's yellow hair into her
eyes and mouth - it was getting quite long. She trudged back to the Inn,
mind drifting towards the memory of Reno's touch.
Once back in the safety of the bordello, Elena dropped
her things on her bed and sunk back into it as well. The sheets had been
changed, thank g-d. And the hall outside was luckily silent. But the calm
in the room did not assuage Elena; her heart was still beating as fast
and as hard as it had been every moment spent with the fiery-haired fox.
To no avail, she tried to sleep. But something was
keeping her awake, as if she knew that someone wanted to tell her something.
Quietly, she stood and crept out of her room, across
the hall, and into Crystal's bed chamber. Crystal was laying on her side,
apparently asleep, but her feet slightly rustled, telling Elena that she
had just the same problem. "I wanna talk," Elena said in a low voice.
Crystal replied hotly, "Well you don't seem to want
to listen to what I have to say, so there's no point."
Elena swallowed hard and defiantly took a step toward
her friend. "I know you're angry that I went to meet with him..."
Crystal laughed bitterly. "Elena, you have no clue
who you're dealing with. Reno is a Turk; Turks are liars and murderers,
and will never be anything else. But you can't see that. You can't see
what they can do to other people, only what they can do for you. Do you
have any idea how much they fucked up my life?"
Elena cautiously shook her head.
"Of course not," Crystal spat. "Elena, Reno killed
my mother. My own mother, with his bare hands."
The younger gasped. "Oh my..."
Crystal's tears splashed down all around her. "She
had been a benefactor of Shin'ra since the beginning. She thought she was
doing the right thing for the right people. But when she found out about
the Turks, she pulled out, not even telling them why, that she hated their
company like Hell.
"But then I started working there, because I had
heard every praise my mother had for them. She never told me about the
lies and deception. I was living my dream, and she didn't want to ruin
it.
"And then he came into my life. Reno, so sexy and
charismatic all the time, such a charmer. We hit it off instantly. I fell
so deeply in love with him - dangerously. But he was just using me to get
to my mother. He got all the information he needed from me and then went
in for the kill.
"That night, he told me to meet him for dinner,
but he never showed, so I went home. And when I got there, do you know
what I saw? I saw my mother lying in her own blood - she had multiple stab
wounds all over, and her neck had been snapped - and I saw Reno, standing
over her. He was like stone. He waited for me to come to him, sobbing,
and wiped away my tears, smearing my face with the blood from his hands.
I was so confused, I asked, 'Why aren't you crying?' And you know how he
answered me? He said, 'Turks don't cry,' and just walked out of my life."
Crystal was hysterical in sobs now. "He knew I would never break my silence,
because I was too blinded by love."
"So why don't you just turn him in now?" Elena asked
timidly.
"Oh please, Elena," she mewled, "it's not that easy.
He'd never let me. He'd kill me. He watched, every day, he knows. One wrong
move, and you'd never hear of me again. He might have taken everything
I had away - my family, my job, my home - but I would rather be alive,
working in this disgusting gutter hole, than dead lying in it." She wiped
furiously at her face and shoved Elena toward the door.
Elena left without so much as a look back. Her mind
was reeling even more than before. Maybe this was all a mistake; maybe
Reno was just trying to get through her, and couldn't be trusted.
The morning was unwelcome this particular day. A
hazy sunlight, dim from the block it struggled around, and thick with smoke,
was filtering in through the fancy windows. A rude knocking was also ringing
through the room.
"Get up, ya lazy bitch," Wiggly's voice screamed
through the door.
Elena furiously leaped out of bed and pulled it
open before another bang could disrupt the peace. "What?" she cried.
Her mouth was met with a smack. "Don't talk to me
like that," he hissed. "And you have a meeting with the Don tonight."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, you, Crystal, and Candy, eh, what's-her-name,
Rebecca."
"What kind of meeting?"
"Your evaluation!" he yelled, as if explaining addition
to a kindergartner.
"You never mentioned anything about an evaluation
before," Elena informed.
"Whatever. Don't argue. You're goin' to Don Corneo's
mansion tonight and that's that. And hey, if you're really lucky, maybe
the Don'll pick you for his bride!" He let out a mocking laugh and sauntered
away.
Elena leaned against the door frame for a moment.
She wanted to go back to sleep, but since she was already up...
She padded down the hall and into the powder room.
Conveniently, Rebecca, a.k.a. "Candy", was already in there, powdering
her nose.
"Good morning," Elena half-heartedly greeted.
Rebecca's laugh tinkled like a wind chime through
the room. "I guess you heard about the evaluation tonight."
Elena groaned. "I've slept with a lot of gross men,
but this one takes the cake."
"I find the power incredibly sexy," Rebecca disagreed.
"What do we have to do anyway?" the blonde asked
with a touch of morbid curiosity.
Rebecca shrugged like it was nothing. "Give him
some head, fuck him a few times... It's just so that he can make sure we're
in top shape."
"Yeah, I bet," Elena muttered.
"Good luck tonight," Rebecca called as Elena was
leaving the room. "Oh, and you might wanna practice."
Practice? How could she do that?
After she had finished "practicing", Elena sat up
and started to dress in her best (and most whorish) outfit. She pulled
her hair into an elegant bun. She layered her lipstick on thick, just like
Alexander had taught her. One look in the mirror - and her painted
face and exposed thighs - told her that she was ready...for >anything.
Rebecca and Crystal had already gone ahead. Elena
was running late; if she didn't hurry, she would miss the affair completely.
The guard let her in without trouble, although gave
her a suspicious look.
The size and lavish decor amazed Elena. She marveled
at the grand staircase, and red plush carpeting, and gold-encrusted moldings.
But shaking herself once more, she hurried up the stairs.
The massive double doors leading into the Don's
chamber were shut, and a broad, odd-looking woman in a long robe stood
guard. "I'm sorry, miss," she squeaked at Elena in an overly-high voice
from behind a fan, "but you can't go in there. Please follow me." She started
down the hall, toward a stone staircase on the left landing.
Elena had no choice but to follow. They clopped
down the uneven stone steps, loosing balance many times along the way,
and finally landed at the bottom, in a dungeon. But the cold dim room was
empty and untouched.
The "woman" spun around, tossing the fan and shaking
the robe and brown wig loose.
Elena gasped at the sight, utterly shocked. "...Reno?"
Reno smudged the makeup with the back of his hand,
only causing it to smear into stripes on his cheek. "Yeah," he muttered.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she cried out
in a strangled whisper. She pulled out a tissue and started to rub.
"I had to talk to you," he said simply, head jiggling.
"You're crazy," she hissed, aware that the others
were still here and not wanting to cause alarm. "What is so important that
you'd disguise yourself in drag and interupt my job evaluation just to
chat with me?"
"I need to give you a case briefing," he replied.
She gaped incredulously. "Now?"
"Yeah," he muttered. "The longer you wait to hear
it, the farther gone the killer is."
Crystal's words suddenly rang in her ears at the
word "killer". He apparantly wasn't one to talk, but she couldn't think
about that now.
He led her out a door behind the stairs, into a
black room, and out another door. They were outside now, at the back of
the building. The neon lights of the Market could be seen, and the boisterous
voices heard. But Reno continued still farther away, into a dark dead-end
alley. The noise was dampered, like a hand pressed on guitar strings, and
the ceilingless cement tube was completely deserted.
"Good, those damn kids aren't here tonight," Reno
muttered.
Elena looked around once more. Graffiti tagged the
walls all the way up, as far as she could see. The crowning glory of it
all seemed to be the shiny wire, thick and dangling against the wall. "What's
that?" She pointed.
"That's what we call the 'Shiny Golden Wire of Hope',
cuz when you climb it, it takes you right up to the top plate. Right to
Shin'ra Headquarters, actually," he scoffed. "If you ever need to get to
me, just climb that wire and then I'm only a few feet away." He smiled
a bit.
The pair fell silent.
"So what were you gonna tell me?" Elena piped up.
Reno paced for a few moments, elongating the quiet
suspense. "February 14, Valentine's Day, the busiest day of the year for
the Honeybee Inn. Naturally, they needed the best girls on call every second.
But one of them wasn't around. Her room was locked - she wasn't at the
Inn. So they looked around Wall Market. Nothing, Nobody had seen her. So
they searched the other sectors. She was nowhere in sight, so they just
gave up and went back, figuring she was with a boyfriend. Well, she didn't
show up for work the next day. They were suspicious, but they thought she
might be sick, being taken care of by a friend, so they just carried on
as normal. But finally, by the third day, they hadn't heard a thing and
called the cops in. They banged down her door, and found her body there,
hanging from the canopy of her bed, her wrists slit."
Elena was horrified. Tears overflowed onto the harsh
concrete beneath her.
Reno pulled a few snapshots out of his pocket. "An
autopsy revealed that the cause of death was loss of blood resulting from
two severed arteries. It was closed as a double suicide, but I know those
weren't self-inflicted wounds, they were done by someone else." He turned
the photos over, revealing a pale forearm in each - her sister's own flesh
- and two crooked red slashes running along the middles. "You can see this
because the gashes were started at the top, near the elbow, and drawn down
and inward. If it had been self-inflicted, it would've started from the
wrist and been drawn up in a straight line curving into the elbow, not
away from it. No suicide victim could've done this to themselves."
Elena felt like she had stopped breathing. Her head
felt light and dizzy.
"Once that was cleared, they started questioning
everyone around. But no one had seen anyone around her room all day. Which
tells me that the guy probably did this in the black of night, and then
snuck out the window into the empty Market. So really, the only thing we
have to go on is my prediction." He finally stopped and lit a cigarette.
Elena collapsed into sobs. She focused in and out
of blackness.
"Aw fuck," Reno mumbled, kneeling down beside her
and taking her into his arms. "I hate to see a lady cry."
Comfort suddenly washed her over there in his embrace.
She didn't seem to care what Crystal had told her, because it seemed she
knew someone completely different.
He pulled her to her feet and led her back into
the noise and chaos. "You better go home and rest," he advised, leaving
her midway.
Home, she laughed to herself.
When she did reach the Honeybee Inn, she was not
greeted with a warm bed, but instead with a cold and very angry Wiggly.
"Where the fuck were you?" he screamed.
Elena just brushed past him.
"You're lucky the Don picked Rebecca," he mumbled
as she walked past.
Instead of going into her own room, she decided
to go see Crystal - that one couldn't stay mad at her forever.
Crystal seemed less angry, but nevertheless annoyed.
Elena flopped on her bed and opened her mouth, staring upwards. All she
saw was the blank white of the ceiling. "Crystal, how come you don't have
a canopy?"
Crystal's gaze flitted up to where Elena was staring.
She shrugged and simply remarked, "None of us do, they've never bought
new furniture. The only canopy is in your room."
Elena instantly felt magnitudes of cold sickness
grip her heart.
She had blacked out, but her vision, a while later,
refocused - much like when you find yourself awake in the middle of the
night, staring into the darkest corner of your room, and you can't remember
whether you had been awake all along with your mind blankly wandering or
if you've just been pulled from a visionless sleep, and it's much too difficult
to discern the two. Now Elena suddenly found herself standing in front
of that shiny wire. Without thinking about what had happened before that
moment, she began to climb.
She rose higher and higher, and the plates scrolled
in front of her eyes like movie credits. She could see the bottom of the
HQ as she hopped across the debris.
But once inside, she was presented with a problem.
The rooming floors were a restricted zone, and she would need a key card.
Well the lobby was deserted, and there was no one
at the desk to help her. She sat sullenly in one of the lobby arm chairs
and curled up into a ball.
"Why so glum?" a voice asked next to her.
She shifted her head, surprised that she had not
noticed the man before. He was absolutely beautiful. Long raven hair hung
sleekly down past his shoulders, and gentle dark eyes stared right into
hers. She had to shake herself to keep from rudely staring. "I need to
see someone, but I don't have a keycard for the rooming floors."
The man smiled genuinely. "I was just going up there
myself, I'll take you." He stood, rising to his full height and muscular
build. He didn't even wait for a thank you before walking ahead towards
the elevators. Elena followed politely.
The man remained speechless as the elevator rose
up some 60-plus floors. Elena didn't want to break the silence either;
she felt as if she were looking at a gem through a beautiful crystal bubble,
but if she blew on it, the bubble would pop and the gem would fall and
shatter.
The elevator let out a sharp chime and the doors
slid open. Again, the man strode ahead, not waiting for a thank you, but
giving her one more benevolent smile over his shoulder.
Elena rushed down the hall, still unsure of where
to find Reno, when she hit something solid and stumbled backward. Looking
up, she was once again faced with those gorgeous brown eyes. "Sorry," she
muttered, her cheeks burning pink.
"No problem," he chuckled. "You look a bit lost."
"Yeah, I can't find my friend's room."
"Well who is your friend?"
"His name's Reno."
"Ah." The man nodded, giving her a curious look.
He pointed to the door at the very end of the corridor, then sped in the
opposite direction once more.
A small teardrop of embarassment and frustration
was dribbling down Elena's cheek when Reno opened the door for her.
"Elena," he said low in surprise. He pulled her
inside and closed the door. "What's wrong?"
Her voice shuddered. "Reno, I need to know. Crystal
told me the story of how you killed her mother. Is it true? Are you a murderer?"
Reno took a deep breath and thought of the right
response. "I'm not a murderer, I'm a Turk," he stated evasively, "and don't
ever let anyone convince you otherwise." He sat down on his bed and rested
his head in his hands. "You know, Elena, our only truth is what we know,
we see, and we do. But in this world, there are others, who know better,
see more, and do the impossible."
Elena quaked at his words, was seeing behind the
mask, revealing his truth. She wrapped her arms around his waste and let
the tears she had been fighting to supress flow. "Hold me," she begged,
sobbing into his chest.
He did as she asked, pulling her close.
Crystal's eyes darted around, making sure that no
one saw her. What she was about to do was technically against the Inn's
code of ethics, but she was under special orders - and hell, did whores
have ethics anyway? So she slipped into Elena's bedroom, where the pretty
blonde was peacefully asleep; she had gotten in late last night.
Crystal smirked to herself. She had been out wih
that murderer, probably screwin' him just to get ahead. It had been done
before, but it never worked for Crystal. She had been stabbed in the back,
and now her only hope was for the same to happen to Elena.
That sick thought entertained her, a smile playing
on her lips. In one swift move, she hooked the handcuffs around the bedpost
and Elena's wrists.
This caused the younger girl to stir. Elena opened
her pretty eyes, glossy with tears, and gave a smile - one that quickly
faded when she discovered she could barely move. She looked horrified in
her vulnerable position. "What's going on?"
"You're under house arrest for Inn violations,"
Crystal informed in her matter-of-fact voice.
"Violations?" Elena's voice rose to the ceiling
with a panicky tone. "What violations?"
A glare preceeded, "You're such a fool, Elena. You're
a silly girl. You think you're free here?" She laughed. "You obviously
have more to learn than you led any of us to believe...So maybe we're the
foolish ones."
Elena couldn't fathom the situation. "What are you
talking about?!"
"You're to remain here for 24 hours as a toy. That
should teach you how chained you are." With that, Crystal stormed back
out.
She could do nothing but sit there and watch the
sun rise slowly and sink at the same speed.
As night approached, and Crystal eagerly anticipated
Elena's suffering throughout it, a certain red-head approached, unknowing
of the situation he was about to face.
"I'm here to see Elena," he told the receptionist.
Crystal spun to face that familiar voice. Her eyes
widened as far as they could go. They flared with anger and even fear.
"Sorry, customers only."
It was Reno's turn to face that recognized presence.
"I really need to talk to her."
She crossed her arms. "Tough."
Reno laughed and shook his head. He inched closer
to her until their faces were barely touching, and spoke in a voice no
louder than the softest murmur. "Crystal, baby, are you still mad at me
just because I happened to kill your mother?"
She uncontrollably raised her fist, but he caught
it and ducked under her arm, confidently striding to Elena's room.
She had stopped struggling against her bonds long
ago. But she still panicked about the thousand things that could be done
to her while she was tied to the bed - it was a lot different.
The door burst open, slamming against the wall,
and banged shut again before Elena could even turn her head.
Reno locked the door behind him and looked around
the room. His eyes were drawn upward to the canopy frame. "Oh shit," he
whispered to himself.
Elena, too, tilted her head upward, having the same
thoughts as Reno - this had been Penny's death bed. She shuddered, haunted.
Reno shivered and diverted his attention to Elena.
"I've got something really important to tell you, but not here."
She sighed. "I can't leave again, I'll get fired."
"Aw fuck, Elena, this is more important!"
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. And how do you suppose
I leave?"
"You walk out the front door."
"No..." She nodded her head to the cuffs.
"Oh. That's easy." He sat next to her and leaned
over her head, pulling out one of the bobbypins in her hair and clicking
the locks open with it.
Elena's arms fell to her sides and she rubbed her
wrists gratefully. "Thanks."
"I shoulda left you there," he murmured with a wink.
"Now c'mon." He pulled her to the window next to them and lifted her over
the sill.
Outside, they snuck through a back alley right out
of the sector.
"I got a lead on the suspect," he told her when
they were a good distance away from Wall Market.
Her head snapped up. "Really? Who?"
"A man named Trek Guissen. He was taken in for questioning
after the murder last night of a woman in one of the upper sectors. They
found her hung on her bedpost with her wrists slit. A neighbor said Guissen
had been with her that night at a bar. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough
evidence to convict him. But I dug up his file, and it turns out he was
taken in for murder a year ago after another rich guy was found the same
way in his bedroom; except Guissen paid off the chief investigator in that
case and that charges were dropped.
"Basically, Lane, we're lookin' at a serial killer
here, one who kills the rich even though he has money himself. It doesn't
make sense, but I have reason enough to believe that he could be after
you too."
Elena tried to process this as best she could. "So
what does this guy look like anyway? I mean, who am I protecting myself
against?"
"That's the thing," he began uncertainly, "since
the only witness saw the guy at night, the only detail we know is that
he's thin with a medium build. That's why I want you to go to the weapons
shop as soon as you get back to the Market and buy yourself some arms for
protection. And trust no one. I just want you to stay safe." He tilted
her chin up and kissed her.
When their lips had parted and she opened her eyes,
Reno was gone. Looking around, she noticed that they had come a long way
out of the Market. She shivered in the air, cold and silvery from the piles
of steel and metal scraps. The walk back was - in a word - frightening.
Every shadow seemed to appear with no source, and every sound came from
an indirect location.
But soon enough, she was back in the neon warmth
of the square, unharmed. As instructed, she walked straight to the weapons
shop, keeping her head down to avoid the eyes of strangers. I wonder if
he's watching me, her mind whispered.
Suddenly a hard weight fell on her head. Oh g-d,
I'm being bludgeoned! She screamed, expecting everything to go black. But
when those uncertain moments passed and she opened her eyes once more,
she found herself staring into another familiar, benevolent face. "Oh..."
she murmured, eyes wide.
"Elena, so nice to see you again," Alexander greeted,
beaming down at her with a wide smile. "Are you okay?" You seem a little
jumpy."
She straightened up, her heart pounding with passing
fear. "Heh, I'm fine."
"So how's that job of yours going? Any developments?"
He poked her stomach jokingly.
"Ha ha, not there. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, just hanging around, meeting somebody soon.
And you?" He looked over his shoulder at the bright sign that read "GUNS."
"Seems like an odd place to find such a sweet girl like you."
"Oh, I'm just getting something for someone else."
Not a total lie - she felt very unlike herself at the moment.
He nodded. "It was great to see you again. Perhaps
we can see each other again soon? Like Monday night? You shouldn't be too
busy."
She considered for a moment. She was free, and she'd
hate to be alone, especially now. And the way Alexander looked at her...
"Alright," she concluded.
"Great, see you at seven." A flash of smile, and
he was disappearing into the waves of the crowd.
Elena looked back to her destination, considering
what she was about to do, and she purchased the gun and rushed back to
the Inn as quickly as possible.
"Where were you?" Crystal inquired the moment Elena
had stepped through the door. "How did you get out? Wait, I already know."
She glared with icy detest.
"You can't do this to me. You couldn't have held
me here, I had to go."
Crystal noticed the bulge in Elena's tiny pocket.
"So then what's that?"
She huffed in response. "This is none of your concern."
The door to her haunting room slammed firmly behind
her and locked her in like a steel fortress.
Elena wasted no time. She pulled out a box of nails,
and set to work.
Even the fiery color of his hair could not warm him
tonight. Reno sat on the President's winding balcony, breathing in the
fresh air after the meeting the Turks had just been through.
Tseng had wandered outside to check on his young
accomplice. "Anything wrong, Reno?" he asked knowingly.
Reno nodded.
"It's about the girl, isn't it?"
He nodded once more. "I'm really worried about her.
Guissen has every reason to go after her, and she's pretty easy to find.
G-d, Tseng, if anything happened to her..." The words trailed off with
the breeze.
"Are you in love with her?"
"That's the thing, man," Reno confided, "I don't
know. I mean, I definitely care about her a lot... G-d she's so much like
her sister."
Tseng nodded in response, although he said nothing
for a while. He just stared into the dark distance.
"She's not like anyone I've ever met before, though,"
Reno continued. "She's so different. She's smart, and vibrant."
"Is she Turk material?"
"I dunno. But she's definitely someone Shin'ra would
want."
Tseng resolved, "Then let's just hope she has enough
sense to save herself from this..."
Finally, Elena had a morning to herself. The Market
vibrated warmly, like a thick, comfortable blanket.
The diner had a fruit vender set up right outside
its door selling fresh fruits and vegetables from Kalm - and it was a rarity
to find anything freshly grown in Midgar.
She picked up a blood-red apple from the basket.
It was the one with the most gleam and deepest color. So beautiful, yet
so simple...
A softness grazed her right ear, followed by a feathery
nip and breathy words tickling her neck. "What are you up to?" Two strong
arms encircled her.
She smiled. "Just doing some grocery shopping, Reno."
She put her arms back, encircling his neck.
Reno smiled down upon her. "Alright, if that's all."
"So what do you want?"
"Do I have to have a reason to want to see you?"
he asked with mock hurt.
She shrugged. "No, but usually you're around because
my life is in danger."
He frowned. "Don't joke like that."
"Ah, but not to worry," she was quick to reinsure,
"I got the gun, just like you told me to."
"Good. Can I see it?"
She pulled him aside into the junk pile and pulled
out the newly-crafted artillery.
This didn't look like any ordinary gun. There were
five nails arranged at the tip of the barrel for stabbing. The top part
of the circle of metal surrounding the trigger had been sawed away, as
well as part of the bottom of the handle.
"This is great," Reno commented, awed.
"Um, thanks. I just added some nails to stab with,
and I sawed off the part around the trigger so that I could shoot it off
whenever I need to, and I filed some of it down to make it lighter and
eaier to handle."
"Maybe we could use you in the Weapons Development
department," he suggested.
She shrugged. "So c'mon, what did you want to talk
to me about?"
"I just wanted to check up on you," said he in honest
response. "Make sure you're safe."
"I'm fine, Reno. But I appreciate it."
"Look," he pressed, "I think you should lay low
for a while.It's not safe outside of four solid walls."
She huffed. "I can't live my life in fear all the
time, I have to act with some normalcy!"
"But it's not safe! Elena, this isn't a request,
it's a demand - stay inside."
This was incredulous. "Reno, what the hell? This
is ridiculous!"
"You don't know what kind of people could be after
you!"
"You're crazy!" She stormed away without another
word.
Reno sighed. "Elena, wait!" But she didn't stop
- she just walked right out of his life.
"Shot you down, eh?" said Tseng on a somber but somewhat
amused note. "Sometimes you can be a real jackass, Reno."
"Nuh-uh," he lamely replied. "I'm not an ass, am
I, Rude?"
Rude looked pensive for a moment. Then he grunted.
"Was that a yes or a no, Rude?" He boiled in frustration.
"That was a yes," Tseng confirmed. "You shouldn't
be so pushy with women, Reno. They're delicate. Plus, they can push back
twice as hard."
"How would you know?" Reno blurted. "Come to think
of it, I've never seen you with a woman."
Tseng laughed, brushing the comment away carelessly.
"I don't have time for that."
Reno rolled his eyes - to him, there was always
time for women.
Especially when it comes to Elena...
But hadn't she lost all respect for him? Did she
have feelings for him? Did those die too?
The night felt so much lonlier when it pushed those
questions into him...
Monday night rolled around with relative calm. The
evening air was warm, the Market was buzzing, and Elena was still fine.
She would push Reno out of her mind no matter what, even if she had to
physically remove her brain.
"You look dashing," said Alexander, commenting on
the low-cut black number she was pulling off.
"Why thank you, you're looking particularly handsome
yourself." The two walked arm-in-arm out of the Market, strolling towards
the Sector 7 train station.
The evening had only begun the first time Elena
stopped. "Aw, look at the adorable little playground." She childishly cavorted
over to it.
He followed, smiling. "Do you remember? This is
where we first met."
She propped herself up on the slide. "Yes, I remember."
He leaned over and kissed her intimately.
But something about his lips felt cold and stiff.
Not the way Reno's kiss feels...
Argh! She broke away and growled into her hands
"What?"
"Nothing." A smile was forced. "Are we going to
Sector 7 now?"
"Yes."
They started toward it once more. Elena distractedly
looked up. "What's that?"
Her gaze was met. "That's the pillar that holds
up the top of the Sector."
"It's awfully high." She shivered at the thought.
"And dangerous. If that ever came down everyone
would be screwed. But forget about it, nothing's gonna happen. Hey, why
don't we get a drink before dinner? There's this great bar over here called
'Seventh Heaven'."
She nodded.
The hot air inside the tiny tavern was stiffling.
"What can I get you folks?" the cheerful barmaid
asked.
"Something cold," affirmed Alexander.
"OK."
"She's the owner," Alexander had mentioned to his
date. "Her name's Tifa - sweet girl."
"She seems like it," Elena nodded. She smiled at
the chesty brunette as soon as their order was up. "Thanks." She gulped
the shot greedily, unable to cool her flushed face.
"Hey, no problem." Tifa's laugh was like a bell.
"Anytime."
The couple stood to leave.
"Come back soon!" Tifa cheered after them.
The cooler air outside was much welcomed. Yet the
sudden chill drove Elena into Alexander's side, where a strong, protective
arm completed the envelope of safety and contentment.
"You're breathtaking," he whispered to her. She
closed her eyes, her lids heavy. Haze fogged her head...
"Elena!"
The urgency of that voice seemed so far away...
She awoke in a dreamy stuper. "What...what happened?"
"You passed out," a voice sounded.
She could barely open her eyes, but from what she
could take in, she was in a dark, barren room, lying on something soft.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Physically, I think you just got light-headed.
My poison powder can do that to people. But we have a more pressing issue
at hand."
She struggled, her arms aching above her head. "I
can't move."
"I know. Stay calm, that'll make this all much easier.
Elena, do you know why you're bound?"
She shook her head. "No, Alexander."
"Ah, don't call me that. We can be informal now.
Call me Guissen."
Suddenly, Elena couldn't have been more alert, her
eyes no wider. "What?"
"My real name is Trek Guissen. And you, Elena Burch,
are going to die at my hands."
She gasped. "What are you saying?"
"Can I not make this any more clear? I'm going to
kill you. Although, I won't do it like I usually do. You have a right to
know why. I'll be nice."
Waves of nausea passed over her front. "You call
that nice?"
"Whatever. Do you want to know or not? Elena, you
come from an aristocratic background, no? Your family was rich. You had
enough money to keep you overly-secure for the rest of your life. And what
do you do? You burn your house to the ground. Now honestly, why would you
do such a thing? There are thousands of people in the slums who would've
gladly taken it off your hands for you. But no, you decide to be selfish.
But that's not all. What's more, you then go and try to take their jobs
away? Tsk tsk. Honestly, Elena, you're exactly the kind of person we hate.
You oppress us, and deny us. Elena, you know Crystal now...she has suffered
at your family's hands too. Your sister took away her job, her salary,
and forced her into the ghetto to become a whore and sell her body just
to live. Now, was that fair?"
She sat motionless, unresponsive.
"I'm in love with Crystal. She's perfect and beautiful
and honest. She's everything you're not. And she also knows what it's like
to be kicked when we're down by those fucking rich bastards who think they
own the world. Well, now we're kicking you back." His foot sailed into
her stomach hard, knocking the wind out of her. "She suffered heatbreak
and hardships," his voice escalated. "She's been through everything I have.
That's what makes her so special to me. But you could never understand
that. You have no one to love. You have no heart."
The rage welled up until it burst. "You're the heartless
one!" she choked out, starting to cry from the pain. He looked unconvinced.
"You're the one who lies and decieves and hurts and kills! It was never
easy growing up with a cold-hearted father and no mother."
"Oh boo hoo. Poor little rich girl." He scowled.
"And you killed my sister! The only person I truly
loved, the only person I ever had!" she screamed daringly. "I am capable
of loving. You're nothing but a coward. You don't love, you hide!" Her
eyes bulged with every shriek.
But he laughed. "It's funny, you are so very like
your sister. You even have the same expression as she did when I slit her
wrists."
Elena coughed up acid. "You're sick. My sister was
wonderful. She didn't so anything wrong. You had no reason to kill any
of those people when you're rich yourself."
"Well yeah, how do you think I got that money? Really,
Elena, you should keep your mouth shut. I'd be careful if I were you."
But caution was the furthest thing from her mind
as she gave a swift, sharp kick to his jaw.
He rubbed it gingerly and, with a hard glare and
no noticable intent, left the room.
Elena broke down sobbing. How was she going to get
out of this one?
"Do I always have to get you out of these situations?"
Reno asked on cue. His voice was coming from a dark corner of the room.
As he stepped out of the shadows, it was the first time in a while that
Elena was genuinely glad to see him.
The locks clicked out of place with ease, of course.
Elena stretched her arms appreciatively. "Ah...thank you."
He shrugged and turned away.
"Where are you going?" she hissed.
"Well, I figured this guy didn't cover his bases,
I got in without him noticing, getting out should be just as easy."
"Reno, wait up!" She grabbed his arm. "How did you
know I was here?"
"I was following you," he said matter-of-factly.
"Did you think I was kidding about you staying inside? I knew you wouldn't
listen. I had to watch you for you, didn't I? Now c'mon." He started striding
out the door. "We have to get out of here."
"What do you think you're doing?" Guissen called
after them. "This party was invitation only, and I didn't invite you to
leave."
The pair turned.
"Ah...but I like this arrangement better," Guissen
murmured, smiling slowly. "I was going to come after you later, Reno, but
now that you're both here, I can kill two birds with one stone." He laughed.
Reno tried to punch, but his fist was caught and
twisted painfully behind his back.
"I got a Tu~rk, I got a Tu~rk," Guissen sang mockingly.
"Behave now. Crystal, sedate them."
A sharp pain spread through both their backs. Elena
felt her knees give out and she sank mercifully to the floor.
They were bound before either of them knew what
was happening.
The leering face of Crystal came into a blurry view.
She was standing over Reno like a demon ready to kill.
"Remember me?" she sneered, slapping him.
"You have committed unforgivable atrocities against
my love," Guissen informed the restrained Turk. He pulled Crystal protectively
close to him.
"Don't do this," Elena whispered.
Crystal's glare shot at the other blonde like a
bullet. "Don't do what? Kill you? Did either of you show any mercy when
you took away my entire life?"
Guissen spoke, "This is merely revenge on Reno and
his pretty little bird. You're both despicable sinners. Hell's fires are
rushing up to burn your souls." He grasped his gun holster.
"Wait." Crystal stopped him. "I want to kill the
girl myself." She roughly grabbed Elena by the hair, dragging her to a
standing position. Elena was too weak to fight back, and she saw stars
of pain.
They moved at a slow pace, Elena stumbling along
down the corridor.
"You just have to learn, Elena. You're worthless."
She was thrown to the floor at the end of the hallway.
You have to fight...
She aimlessly swung her fists upward in a last attempt
to delay the inevitable.
Crystal's jaw was caught hard. She rubbed it sorely
- that was just enough distraction.
Elena, with renewed strength and adrenaline, bolted
through the door behind her, frenetically slamming it shut.
She was faced with a steep flight of stairs leading
up. She took them, two at a time, reaching the top and jumping off a short
ledge onto a blacktop roof.
She was caged in on four sides; ledges rose everywhere,
hiding what was behind them, and "four solid walls" were no longer safe.
She was surrounded by an army of shadows.
Crystal was fast on her trail. "You can't escape,
Elena, just like your sister couldn't, and just like I couldn't." A pained
scream resounded through the darkness.
Elena backed herself into a corner, one with a high
ledge to swing herself over if need be. "Crystal, I thought you were my
friend."
She laughed bitterly. "Friend? Oh don't give me
that. No, Elena, I'm your enemy. I am your merciless destroyer." She tackled
with the ferocity of a tiger.
Elena's knee pressed against her opponent's stomach,
trying to hold her off. One hand held her at arm's length, the other dug
at her hip.
She felt something there, hard, bulky.
It was a gun.
This is your only chance...
She swept the gun from underneath, blindly took
aim, and fired.
The body fell next to her lifelessly, one perfect
bullethole through the neck.
Hot blood seeped onto the ground, and into Elena's
side. She was shocked, couldn't move, and was soon covered in it.
She gasped a few moments later, remembering. "Reno!"
Elena jumped to the top of the ledge by the door, down the stairs, burst
into the hallway, trying her best to get back to him. Which room was it?
She opened and closed doors as quickly as she could in her ferver.
A gunshot signified that the room at the other
end of the hall held the two men. Hot tears came from her eyes as she ran,
fearing the worst.
"You shouldn't mess with the Turks," Reno informed
the dead body at his feet.
Elena completely broke down when she saw him.
"Why are you crying?"
She threw herself into his arms and wept.
He just stroked her hair lovingly. "Sh...it's all
gonna be okay now..."
~End of part 3~
